The tales of a florist, stylist, and photographer keepin' it simple in San Francisco, California. This is the home to my stories, inspirations, photography & (when I get really lucky) travels.

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Chinatown, San Francisco — Amanda Vidmar Photography, 2013

I am guilty of having entirely too much fun lately.  It’s back to the usual mix of things tomorrow, though with a clear head and a refreshed soul I presume the grind will be a bit easier to manage.  I’m holding on to the vacation version of Amanda for as long as I possibly can. 

In other cheerful news: I am now blogging to you from my new MacBook.  This will hopefully open the doors to many, many more projects, or at least allow me to share in ample time with you the things I see behind a lens.  

You know you’ve gone off the deep end when your own roommate asks, “where have the flowers been?”—to which you respond: “Anything…anything but flowers”. I rub my palms into my tired eyes (This is called adult-face).

It’s true.  I’m busy.  Flowers are one of the most insane professions I can think of.  As I write this at 7:30 in the evening on a Monday—the start to yet another week of six days straight of florals and already exhausted—I remember that this is what I chose for myself.  And although we all may be desensitized to the beautiful smells of peonies and garden roses and sweet peas in the spring, the beauty of dahlias, bearded iris, and ruffly cosmos in the early summer, it is very important to understand that not everybody gets to enjoy such simplicities.  

Queen Anne’s Lace, Santa Rosa, 2013

Amanda Vidmar Photography

Big news.  My living room has finally been turned into a camera-ready situation.  

I’ve been working up a storm here and thus have had very little time to enjoy the chaise longue of dreams, but there are many more important things to complain about.  

Until I can find such things to complain about (I won’t), you can find me  swaying and smiling to Brandy Alexander at the studio, dreaming about my recent visit to Ice Cream Bar, smelling some seriously stinky jasmine I’ve got arranged here, and enjoying the sweetest sensations of spring.  I’m pretty gosh darned lucky.

I can only hope the same for you all.  Until next time! 

Just a bit of what I’ve been working on here at my studio—ahem—living room.
A big kiss on the face to my housemate who lets me turn communal space to a flower fun house.  
San Francisco has graced us with the most beautiful weather of all this week.  If you were a tourist in this city this week, you would probably want to move here immediately. However, it is gloomy and gross here nearly 8 months out of the year despite the contrary.  I’m sulking in it—letting the warmth enwrap my body and the spring swathe my soul.  
Flowers and Photography by Amanda Vidmar 
Just a bit of what I’ve been working on here at my studio—ahem—living room.
A big kiss on the face to my housemate who lets me turn communal space to a flower fun house.  
San Francisco has graced us with the most beautiful weather of all this week.  If you were a tourist in this city this week, you would probably want to move here immediately. However, it is gloomy and gross here nearly 8 months out of the year despite the contrary.  I’m sulking in it—letting the warmth enwrap my body and the spring swathe my soul.  
Flowers and Photography by Amanda Vidmar 

Just a bit of what I’ve been working on here at my studio—ahem—living room.

A big kiss on the face to my housemate who lets me turn communal space to a flower fun house.  

San Francisco has graced us with the most beautiful weather of all this week.  If you were a tourist in this city this week, you would probably want to move here immediately. However, it is gloomy and gross here nearly 8 months out of the year despite the contrary.  I’m sulking in it—letting the warmth enwrap my body and the spring swathe my soul.  

Flowers and Photography by Amanda Vidmar 

Blog posts are in the queue (in my mind), so I kindly ask for your forgiveness. I promise there is a method behind the madness.

Hint: I’m busy finding innovative ways to store my things in the teensiest apartment in San Francisco.  Big plus for us: reading chair set up and ready to go.  

….And I am still embracing the tan lines from my trip to Florida this past week.  More to come—creativity is in the air.    

Springtime in the Pine Street Studio  
I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.   
I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio  
I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.   
I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio  
I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.   
I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio  
I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.   
I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio  
I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.   
I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio  
I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.   
I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio  
I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.   
I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  
Springtime in the Pine Street Studio  
I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.   
I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  

Springtime in the Pine Street Studio  

I’m at the point where I’ve been completely blind-sighted that the dark days (in the flower world) of winter were even here to begin with.  What I’m learning, though, is that you need to have the bad to see the good—life wouldn’t be so wonderful if it were just bubbles and cakes all of the time.   

I have continued to be inspired by the new people around me recently, and am excited for the next few months of (possible) dress-wearing, creating, and growing.  

First, deep breaths.  We have a lot of catching up to do.
Where to begin: The part where I moved in to an apartment with an 8 by 6 loft? Let’s start with that.  My space has been rather compromised in the past week or so, but thankfully it hasn’t put too much of a wrest on this train of happiness I’ve got going here.  When the frustration does arise, however, I remind myself how thankful I am to be a twenty-something on my own in this city full of pecuniary hotheads.  There certainly aren’t too many of my kind here, and I feel lucky to be able to enjoy all of the city’s offerings. It’s only up from here, right? Right.  Nevertheless, this whole deal has sprawled upon me a photography project I’m taking on called “Life in 8 by 6: A Guide to Living Small”.  It’s about to get very Swiss Family Robinson here.  
Photography & Styling by Amanda Vidmar
First, deep breaths.  We have a lot of catching up to do.
Where to begin: The part where I moved in to an apartment with an 8 by 6 loft? Let’s start with that.  My space has been rather compromised in the past week or so, but thankfully it hasn’t put too much of a wrest on this train of happiness I’ve got going here.  When the frustration does arise, however, I remind myself how thankful I am to be a twenty-something on my own in this city full of pecuniary hotheads.  There certainly aren’t too many of my kind here, and I feel lucky to be able to enjoy all of the city’s offerings. It’s only up from here, right? Right.  Nevertheless, this whole deal has sprawled upon me a photography project I’m taking on called “Life in 8 by 6: A Guide to Living Small”.  It’s about to get very Swiss Family Robinson here.  
Photography & Styling by Amanda Vidmar
First, deep breaths.  We have a lot of catching up to do.
Where to begin: The part where I moved in to an apartment with an 8 by 6 loft? Let’s start with that.  My space has been rather compromised in the past week or so, but thankfully it hasn’t put too much of a wrest on this train of happiness I’ve got going here.  When the frustration does arise, however, I remind myself how thankful I am to be a twenty-something on my own in this city full of pecuniary hotheads.  There certainly aren’t too many of my kind here, and I feel lucky to be able to enjoy all of the city’s offerings. It’s only up from here, right? Right.  Nevertheless, this whole deal has sprawled upon me a photography project I’m taking on called “Life in 8 by 6: A Guide to Living Small”.  It’s about to get very Swiss Family Robinson here.  
Photography & Styling by Amanda Vidmar
First, deep breaths.  We have a lot of catching up to do.
Where to begin: The part where I moved in to an apartment with an 8 by 6 loft? Let’s start with that.  My space has been rather compromised in the past week or so, but thankfully it hasn’t put too much of a wrest on this train of happiness I’ve got going here.  When the frustration does arise, however, I remind myself how thankful I am to be a twenty-something on my own in this city full of pecuniary hotheads.  There certainly aren’t too many of my kind here, and I feel lucky to be able to enjoy all of the city’s offerings. It’s only up from here, right? Right.  Nevertheless, this whole deal has sprawled upon me a photography project I’m taking on called “Life in 8 by 6: A Guide to Living Small”.  It’s about to get very Swiss Family Robinson here.  
Photography & Styling by Amanda Vidmar

First, deep breaths.  We have a lot of catching up to do.


Where to begin: The part where I moved in to an apartment with an 8 by 6 loft? Let’s start with that.  My space has been rather compromised in the past week or so, but thankfully it hasn’t put too much of a wrest on this train of happiness I’ve got going here.  When the frustration does arise, however, I remind myself how thankful I am to be a twenty-something on my own in this city full of pecuniary hotheads.  There certainly aren’t too many of my kind here, and I feel lucky to be able to enjoy all of the city’s offerings. It’s only up from here, right? Right.  Nevertheless, this whole deal has sprawled upon me a photography project I’m taking on called “Life in 8 by 6: A Guide to Living Small”.  It’s about to get very Swiss Family Robinson here. 

Photography & Styling by Amanda Vidmar